A slow grin began on Jack’s face as she pressed against him, and his hand slowly moved to her throat. He wrapped his hand gently around her neck, tilting his head to the side as he gazed down at her lips. His fingers closed a little firmly about her neck, but not too hard that it would cause pain. “Perhaps,” he started, letting up his grasp a bit. “One could be tempted to sneak in,” he continued, moving his hand to rest on her shoulder. “Name the day,” Starkey finished, not having used a complete sentence. He pulled away, heading towards the door, worried that he might get ensnared in her eyes if he stayed any longer. 

“Ah,” he nodded, leaning back against the wall, watching her as she spoke. A hint of a grin played about his lips, and he raised his brows. “Oh, aye?” he asked, knowing full well what Devyn was implying. “Wonder if you’d be discovered,” Starkey commented, kicking off the wall and walking over to her. “Suppose you knocked something over, or shouted?” He added, running the ruby ring on his middle finger along her jaw. 

Jack grimaced at her response, and raised a brow at her. He’d not taken her for someone that would willingly stay under the thumb of those two biddies. Granted, there weren’t a lot of options in the port when you didn’t have work. “Eh, no,” he chuckled, shaking his head. He’d had...an encounter with Eileen, and he was in no rush to return and rehash all of that. “Just making conversation, really,” Starkey added, giving her a curious look. “Do you like it there?” he asked, crossing his arms and standing sturdy by the door.

Starkey frowned at the word she used to explain that he needn’t worry; he’d heard that line before in Tortuga. Don’t worry, you won’t make me pregnant, only to have his return be greeted with a bouncing babe and demand for financial help. “If you say so,” he stated, not wanting to contradict her, nor make any insult. He sat up after a moment and picked his trousers off the floor, and pulled them on before standing to retrieve his boots. 

Starkey spilled into her with an anguished shout, knees giving slightly, and he collapsed on top of Devyn, slipping her leg off of his shoulder. He sighed, chest rising and falling against hers a moment as he tried to catch his breath. Jack pulled himself free, face contorting with the strange pleasure it gave him. “Shit,” he murmured and fell on his back beside her, slipping his hand to her inner thigh, holding onto her as though she might disappear like mist on the ocean. “You’re amazing.”

Giving a low, guttural growl as she bit into him, Jack picked up the pace, rutting into her with an animalistic urgency. He slipped his hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit forcefully, letting out a series of low moans as he felt himself growing ever closer to finishing. He’d have to pull out as contraception here was nonexistent, but the way she moved beneath him peeled that thought out of his mind. “Fuck,” he groaned, and reached his hand back from her, gripping her knee over his shoulder as he rocked mercilessly into her. “Say my name,” he commanded breathlessly, almost there.

Jack moved his right hand down the length of her leg, grabbing hold of her ankle and gently raised her leg to rest over his shoulder, before folding in and continuing to rock into her with a rising heat building inside of him at the sound of his name on her lips. His mouth connected with her chest, greedily kissing her warm skin up her throat and behind her ear. 

“I should say so,” he growled slightly before pulling her knees up against his waist on either side. Jack raised himself up on the pads of his feet as he guided himself between her legs. With no other word, he slid right in, grinning down at her as she was already slick for him. Starkey took no time to find his rhythm, clasping her legs tighter, in danger of leaving bruises, but not letting up just the same.

Starkey shuddered as Devyn took him in her mouth, and flexed his hand in her hair as she worked on him. If she finished him off before they even got started, he was afraid she’d be very disappointed indeed. His breathing grew heavier and he threw his head back, eyes closed as the intensity built. After a moment, Jack pulled her back off of him, pulling her head back to stare intently down into her eyes. “On the bed,” he said throatily, swiping spittle from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. 

A small grin curled the corners of his mouth as she took him into her mouth. Starkey threw his head back the slightest bit as she gripped him, playing with the laces. He reached down to meet her hand and pulled at the strings keeping him back from being inside of her. The leather trousers were tight against his groin now, and he needed immediate release; of course, the urgency was speckled with the worry that he might not live up to the pleasure he’d promised her. 

Jack stared down at Devyn, skin stirring where her lips touched. His hand smoothed back her hair, until he cupped the back of her neck, pulling her face away from him so he could look down at her properly. His free hand traced up her throat, and then ran his thumb along her chin, and then parted her lips gingerly with the tip of his pollex. “I’m going to make you scream,” he spoke in a low, hoarse voice. Jack tipped his head to the left, running his thumb along her bottom front teeth.